Rómulo Pardo Urías escribe

Soundly fire cloud

Suddenly the world

is quite surprising us

maybe before we left

our silence above our

time, when we smoked

all inner sins of being.

The shelter is always

the same word and path.

We cry to be healed

and we shout to be present,

but every single moment

called ashes of our noise

is the meaning of try to speak

about the final line of landscape.

fire cloud


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